Let’s say you are at work, and the announcement comes over the radio: Russia and the United States have exchanged nuclear missles, we expect they will strike in 30 minutes.
Of course, you are sitting at ground zero. There is ZERO chance you will survive or drive far enough away in time. You are away from your family, and the phone lines of course are all tied up, so there goes that idea for spending the last 30 minutes of your existence.
How do you react?
My wife says she would have sex with everyone she could get her hands on. Personally, I’d find it kind of hard to get it up under those stressful circumstances.
I’d head for the nearest drinking establishment, and drink myself into oblivion, though I’m not sure I could do that in 1/2 an hour. What would you do?
If it happens during the workday, my wife and I work in the same complex. I can be at her desk in about 5 minutes, and I can spend the remaining 25 minutes holding her, telling her how much I love her, and how much more wonderful the past 13 years have been because of her.
If it happens any other time, then I get an extra five minutes with her.
Sex? Nah. The end of the world isn’t gonna make either of us feel like having sex. Just being held.
That’s a tough one. I would probably order the most expensive meal I could (assuming they were serving) and then go to the top of my building and watch the impact knowing there was little I could do that would change anything.
I might bang anything that moved as well…
Most likely I can see myself running around like a rat in a trap trying to find a way out.
I would take my cigarettes, a Dr. Pepper and my cell phone and go to the roof of my work building. I would keep trying to call my SO and would keep trying to call my sitter so I could talk to my kids. I would chain smoke my cigarettes and sip my Dr. Pepper and be secure in the fact that my family knows I love them. I guess I’d just have to kick back and watch the fireworks and make my peace.
Seeing as I go to Texas A&M, It’s highly doubtful the Russians have a Nuke aimed at us.
There’s still a chance, however, so me and my buddies in my Cadet Unit will probaly have a prayer session, I’d then probaly go up on the roof of my dorm and enjoy the sights before it ends. Probaly do a far bit of crying myself.
Eve is right. If it’s going to end, make it end on your terms, with dignity and a refusal to bow. I’d head straight to the restaurant downstairs and demand they bring me prime rib and the finest wine in the place and I’d enjoy it until the end came.
It’s sort of unfair to make “no family” part of the question, though, because my preferred solution would be to have Mrs. RickJay and I both eating prime rib and drinking fine wine.
Well, if I were somehow aware that escape was completely, 100% impossible, I’d hop in the Jeep and take the back roads to my ex-girlfriend’s house (about 10-15 minutes away, depending on whether I drive normally or just blast), tell her how I still feel about her, and cuddle till oblivion.
